Fort Weyr - Training Complex

The remnants of a historic collapse are apparent here, as the slope face of the bowl has a predominant downward curvature. It's likely long ago, that a cavern larger than any Fort currently has was where the training complex currently is. A probable cave in triggered a fissure on the bowl wall which lead to a great chunk of it dislodging, thus creating the rounded slope.
Yet, many centuries later, all that remains to give evidence is the pocket made into the bowl wall. It seems that the inhabitants of Fort Weyr have made best of the created space. Rock on the ground proper has long since cleared, but pebbles and loose shale are constantly underfoot. Still, the sprig of some green leafed vegetation isn't too out of the ordinary in these parts, as long as it doesn't get trampled by the comings and goings.
It's clear that this area has been designated for the training of young minds, whether human or dragon. Surrounded by rock on all side, it's like a personal weyr bowl for the youngsters to minimize distraction and danger. The candidate barracks have been built across from the Weyrling barracks, so that one group can educate the next. Finally, placed in the center of the two entrances of the opposing barracks, near the rock face, is a statue with a memorial plaque.

It was an eventful day for the candidates. They awoke candidates and this evening they have been divided. The few that have impressed and the many that did not. Amoung those that have impressed is Eirwyn. An Impression that could potentially cause problems for the weyr, as did her candidacy. With Xucieth finally asleep, Eirwyn has finally come out into the training room to 'confront' her parents. There is no masking the uncertainty she holds at the moment, though it is tempered by the joy of impression. Ryeira and Gaerwyn have made their way down here and it is Ryeira that approaches her waiting daughter. A woman tall and stately, prim and proper in every way. Her face is a mask, not revealing her feelings about what she viewed today. "Eirwyn Rubiconi you abandoned your duties to your hold and family when you came here. I had expected better of you." There is a glance to the barracks doors and the lady sets her lips in a thin line, "Now, I have no choice but to leave you in the hands of this weyr and you are lady no more." Eirwyn stands tall to her mother's lecture, glances given to Gaerwyn before looking back to her mother. It is clear she is her father's daughter but even he is helpless in this.

Finally free of the sands for good and his duties to the dam of his clutch, Velokraeth had left the cavern to stretch his wings and mingle among dragon kind and then take a feast of his own from the pens. Sated and content, the pale bronze follows his rider's path now and swoops in low to make as graceful a landing as his size and physical deformities allow. He swings his oversized head then to the tableau not so far off from his vantage point, though the bronze does not rumble or chuff and simply arranges himself comfortably. Th'ero however is no fool and as the Weyrleader comes striding into the complex, it does not take long for his dark eyes to spot Eirwyn standing across from her parents and the tension within the tableau that he's walking into. "Good afternoon, Lord Gaerwyn, Lady Ryeira. Fort Weyr welcomes you and may I extend my congratulations to you both." he says, formally and yet stiffly beneath. He may not have overheard what was said, but he can assume and for that reason he gives Eirwyn a small smile. "She is settled then?" he asks her, not broaching too far into the subject yet of her Impression.

Eirwyn seems to quietly take the low spoken tirade of her mother. It was expected after all and for the most part it is true. She did sneak away from duty and family for this chance. The chance paid off more than she hoped. As the Weyrleader strides in, Ryeira looks to the man and her jaw clenches. Nope, not quite in the mood for congratulations. Eirwyn lets out a held breath as she is asked about her lifemate. "Yes she is sir. We got her fed and once her belly was full she felt asleep. It is the oddest feeling sir…her mind…it is …" She raises her hands in an expansive gesture "I can't describe it." Perhaps the most proper she has been all candidacy, she will show her mother that there is decorum amoung riders. Gaerwyn finally steps forward and there is quiet words spoken before Ryeira nods and holds a hand to curtail them. She finally looks to Th'ero, "My requests still stand. I will be most upset if I return to a heathen of a rider. People will judge Rubicon River by her actions…" "Ryeira…" Gaerwyn interjects and the lady looks down briefly before looking up to Th'ero again. Is there a crack in her armour, a touch of moisture in her eyes. "Take care of her Weyrleader. She is yours now." With those words the lady turns to her husband and the pair move to depart, but not before Gaerwyn turns and moves to Eirwyn to give her a tight embrace and impart some quiet words. Eirwyn for her part embraces her father just as tightly, "Take care of Ma…I never meant to hurt her.." He smiles, "She knows. This will pass." He winks and then returns to his lady wife and departs finally. With her parents gone , Eirwyn lets out a breath and looks up to the Weyrleader, "I am sorry."

"It will take time to adjust to your lifemate's mind and presence. Could be a few days or up to a seven day. It took me quite some time to adjust to Velokraeth's mind, but you'll discover soon enough that your training starts with emphasis on the bonds between you." Th'ero explains gently to Eirwyn, with the barest of sidelong glances spared for Ryeira. He will deal with the Lady Holder soon enough but for now he focuses on the daughter. "But I am glad to hear she settled so smoothly after her first meal. That is a good sign." Despite his rather stiff and clipped way of speaking, he /is/ trying to be reassuring to the young girl while similarly not angering her observant parents. Which he does turn to face now, shoulders straight and posture tense but strong. The Weyrleader is familiar enough with situations such as these though perhaps not quite in this context. Ryeira's words have his control slipping however, anger flashing briefly in his eyes before it disappears beneath a heavy frown. "Fort Weyr prides itself in the training of all it's riders. She will be undergoing strict lessons on tradition, history and not to mention politics and how to behave accordingly in all aspects befitting her new position. If I had any doubts on your daughter's character, she would not have come to Stand. Be assured, she will bring no shame to your hold." And here he gives a quick look to Eirwyn, but before more can be said, his attention shifts back to the Lady Holder. "Of course." he murmurs, with a slow nod of his head. He will say no more, leaving the mother to her emotions and if he noted the crack in her armor he is a wise enough man not to point it out or exploit it. The Weyrleader looks down and away slightly between the exchange of father and daughter, glancing back only to give the departing Lord his own farewells. Once they are gone, some of the tension leaves Th'ero's shoulders, though he is by far not entirely relaxed. "It is not your fault, Eirwyn." he tells her, attention once more turning to her.

"It is so easy to get lost in her mind. I had to be pulled away when she fell asleep. I could have stayed in there forever." Eirwyn says glad to have the distraction of her lifemate in a time like this. Once her parents leave and the apology is given and responded too, she gives a nod to the Weyrleader. "It is but I have no regrets. Mother's Bitran and well she has notions on the way a lady should act. Even at Rubicon, well she is more…hold bound than most." She finds a seat and settles down with a thump, "That went better than I expected actually, reckon father has been working on her." Her eyes unfocus for a moment and she turns her head toward the barracks. A softened expression touches her features despite the stress of the parental meeting. "I think she is dreaming…such..vivid dreams." She says as if talking to herself before shaking her head and looking up to Th'ero, "She called to me in her shell. She bade me stay when I had thought of leaving. Reminded me I had to live life for myself…and when I saw her hatch…" Her eyes actually prick with tears at the most recent memory. "I think I would have died if she had gone to anyone else."

Th'ero does actually look a touch sympathetic towards Eirwyn, though for which reasons it's uncertain. The Weyrleader is still well in control of his emotions and remains respectful, if not a touch distant. Such are his ways and while it may prove to be awkward, over time that may lessen as he gets to know each of the new weyrlings better than he did as candidates. "It is easy to be lured in, yes. They are very dependent in their first few days and you are just learning now how to set up your barriers. It will all come in time." What he leaves out is the mention of the struggles, but he figures the Weyrlingmasters will touch on that soon enough. "And I can understand and relate to your mother's character. My own father was much of the same. Bound by tradition and a sense of pride, though he held only the title to a cothold… he was a proud as any major Lord could be." As Eirwyn turns to find a seat, Th'ero only shifts to stand across from her, weight balanced and arms coming to fold loosely over his chest. "It would seem so. Your father is a reasonable man but I cannot fault your mother entirely for her reaction." he admits in a low, murmured voice. The Weyrleader has likely had to deal enough with her parents since the truth came out. But that is now the past, it seems and perhaps relations aren't entirely severed. "Did she now?" Th'ero asks, curious and a touch intrigued, only to give the twitching of a vague and faint lopsided smile that is a little awkward at the sight of tears. "Might explain why she chose so swiftly. Then it was meant to be. You should be proud, Eirwyn."

Several times during the conversation Eirwyn is distracted by her lifemate. Eyes unfocusing as she is lured into some thought or dream of Xucieth. The words about her mother bring her pack to the conversation. There is a touch of guilt on her face at his words and she nods. "No, I suppose I can't either. I…I had this chance to have an adventure for once. To step outside of what has been planned for me since I was born…and I really can't say I regret it. I hope my mother will forgive me in time, but…I hope she understands one day I didn't do this to hurt her." She gives a little sigh as she stands up again, suddenly restless and she glances to the barracks before looking back to the Weyrleader and nods, "The day of the touching…I was second guessing myself. Some of the eggs filled me with some doubts and…I nearly walked up to the Weyrwoman to resign when I touched Xucieth's egg and she touched me. She reminded me I did have a right to find my own place in this world." She says with a touch of pride and perhaps a bit of defensiveness. There is another glance to the barracks and her eyes unfocus once more. Yep easily distracted right now and growing more by the minute.

Th'ero does not interrupt or interject when Eirwyn becomes distracted, being patient and allowing the new weyrling to sort it out herself. The Weyrleader will only step in if the pause spans into minutes, if that ever comes to pass. At her guilt, he frowns slightly but again does not correct her. Perhaps because he feels some understanding, to a degree. But that would lead to too much delving of his past and already so rigid with his emotions, he remains aloof behind his guards and masks. "You shouldn't regret it and you are not the first youth to be bitten by such inspirations and desires. It did raise some issues but those are all for the most part settled. And perhaps in time she will forgive and understand. Give her time." When Eirwyn stands again, restless, Th'ero gives her a long look and likewise glances towards the barracks as well before glancing back with a questioning look. "Ahh, I see. It can be… overwhelming sometimes during the touching of the eggs. I am intrigued though that her egg spoke so clearly to you. Not everyone has that fortune." he murmurs thoughtfully, only to give her another long and searching look. "Is she awake?" he asks with the faintest of smiles. "If you need to return, I will not hold you here."

Eirwyn nods at the discussion of guilt and her mother, "I guess I have the time now." She responds before she loses focuses. A couple time it does start to span into minutes and she is brought back by the Weyrleader's interuptions. She gives a sheepish smile, "Sorry…it is so easy to get lost in there." She gives a shake of her head, "I don't know if it was words or feelings that I gave words to. It was such an odd experience…" She tries to explain, however poorly. As he picks up on her agitation she nods slightly, "I think she is waking up…I should probably be there when that happens. She…is amazing sir. Totally amazing, her mind…" Against she goes speechless and just goes unfocused again and this time just walking towards the barracks, towards her lifemate.

Th'ero again is simply patient while Eirwyn struggles with the bond between her and her new lifemate. "Don't apologize. You two have only just Impressed. It should be a joyous experience. And it is hard to explain, because of the personal depth." he murmurs and this time he does smile that small smile of his, nodding his head to show he understands. "Then you should go to her." he tells her, trying not to chuckle for the remarks she gives. "I sure she is. Good luck, Eirwyn and good day." For what she may have time to enjoy it! The Weyrleader takes his leave then, either to rejoin some of the festivities or simply to retire to the solitude of his weyr and personal office. No doubt he has much paperwork to do and likewise seeks some quiet after a chaotic midday Hatching. Velokraeth moves as well but not far, seeking a ledge that overlooks the training complex where the pale bronze can observe any comings and goings as he so pleases.

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